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Jan 2011
What awaits Tomorrow?
I know not so.
The air I breath smells of Today
With little hints of Yesterday.

What awaits Tomorrow?
Forgive me so.
A crystal ball myself does lack.
The future lies in shades of black.

What awaits Tomorrow?
(Dear Sir) I beg you so.
I say again I know not so.
I pray you please beseech me not,
You ask of me a trick of God.
Written by
Zabid SF
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     JVL NARASIMHA RAO and Zabid SF
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